The progress bar hit 100%. He didn't even have to click it. The image snapped open to fill the entire screen. It was a close-up, so tight it was grainy. It was a photo of his own wide, terrified eye, reflecting the glow of the monitor.
He opened it. The new photo showed the back of his head, hunched over the glowing monitor. But in this shot, the door to his office—the door he always locked—was swinging open.
The cold breath hit the back of his neck a second before the screen went black. Download File IMG_2434.rar
Behind him, in the dark hallway of the photo, a pale, elongated hand was gripping the doorframe.
Elias froze. He didn't want to look back. He didn't want to see if the door was actually open. His mouse hovered over the folder one last time. The progress bar hit 100%
He turned back to the screen and hit the 'Refresh' button. The file name changed.
He slowly turned his head to look at the corner. There was no camera. Only the peeling wallpaper. It was a close-up, so tight it was grainy
A single folder appeared. Inside weren't thousands of photos, as the file size suggested, but just one. He opened it, expecting a blurry vacation snap or a corrupted header. Instead, he saw his own living room.